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Oh!" she broke in upon her own amazement, "don't you think Browning's 'Statue and the Bust' is splendid? Mr. Morton read it to us to Mrs. Bowen, I mean." Colville resented this freedom of Mr. Morion's, he did not know just why; then his pique was lost in sarcastic recollection of the time when he too used to read poems to ladies. He had read that poem to Lina Ridgely and the other one. "Mrs.
He paused. "The fact that the average American looks down on his wife." Mrs. Fairford was up with a spring. "If that's where paradox lands you!" Bowen mildly stood his ground. "Well doesn't he prove it? How much does he let her share in the real business of life? How much does he rely on her judgment and help in the conduct of serious affairs?
The man bade the woman not be a fool, and she asked him how she was to-endure his company if she was not a fool. Colville opened his eyes to look after them, when a voice that he knew called out, "Why, it is Mr. Colville!" It was Mrs. Amsden, and pausing with her, as if they had passed him in doubt, and arrested themselves when they had got a little way by, were Effie Bowen and Imogens Graham.
If he is not there, go to his residence. If he is asleep, wake him up. Tell him this wants an answer. Give him a blank, and when he has filled it up, bring it to me; give the message to no one else, mind." The boy said "Yes, sir," and departed into the night. He returned so quickly that Bowen knew without asking that he had found the sleepless sheriff at the gaol.
"Oh, very well, then, I won't," said Colville whimsically, as if that settled it. Mrs. Bowen would not talk of the matter any more; he could see that with her kindness, which was always more than her tact, she was striving to get away from the subject. As he really cared for it no longer, this made him persist in clinging to it; he liked this pretty woman's being kind to him.
"And I shall be only too gl-glad to take back everything!" Imogene sat motionless and silent. Mrs. Bowen broke out again with a sort of violence; the years teach us something of self-control, perhaps, but they weaken and unstring the nerves. In this opposition of silence to silence, the woman of the world was no match for the inexperienced girl. "Have you nothing to say, Imogene?"
The closing scene in the entertainment was the public announcement of the evening's receipts; and we all looked with surprised faces at each other when Mr. Bowen informed us that there was within a few cents of one hundred dollars. "Some of our guests this evening have treated us very generously; notably one gentleman in particular, who dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the table beside me," Mr.
I heard Professor Bowen tell Miss Andrews that there would not be a pupil in the room who could conquer it." "Is that so?" said Earle, running his fingers through his hair, and looking wearily at the long rows of figures on his slate. "I have not got it, that is certain; and I have tried it in every way I can think of. I do not know as there is any use of my going over it again."
William Bowen did his first steering for me; a mighty good boy. I know Sam, too, and Bart." "Old schoolmates of mine in Hannibal. Sam and Will, especially, were my chums." Bixby's tone became friendly. "Come over and stand by me," he said. "What is your name?" The applicant told him, and the two stood looking out on the sunlit water. "Do you drink?" "No." "Do you gamble?" "No, sir."
He felt that Miss Graham was behaving badly, ungratefully, selfishly; on the way home in the carriage he was silent from utter boredom and fatigue, but Mrs. Bowen was sweetly sympathetic with the girl's rapture. Imogene did not seem to feel his moodiness; she laughed, she joked, she told a number of things that happened, she hummed the air of the last waltz. "Isn't it divine?" she asked. "Oh!
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